Something broken

Something broken finds its way back together again inside her when he said "It's an open invitation. No expiration date. I just miss you so much. You're everything I know I want."

Why does it matter?

"Why does my approval matter so much to you? You know you don't need it to do what you want."

She pursed her lips and scowled at him like he was bequeathed the answer to the meaning of life and blew his nose in it. "Because it's yours. That's all that matters."

They're made that way

He did promise me that. He said "Is that all you want?" I said "Yes." He said "I promise"

Does he still think about me? I'll settle for a glimpse, a rush, a flush even a feeling. I told him he'll think of me and try so hard to even remember what color my eyes were. I'll be just some girl and he'll speak of me in terms of sexual conquests and condom preferences.

Promises are made to be broken anyway.

Stay

"Just a little while longer, please?" She was begging. She never begs. Must be that desperate. She feels like an alcoholic, begging for one last drop of bourbon. She looks like it too.

"Why do you want to stay?" He asks, as if he didn't know the answer

"Because it's better here than out there. Because illusions are more comforting than reality. Because no matter how badly I fuck up in here, it can't be worse than when I do something right out there."

He looks at here with a cocked brow. She hangs her head "Because you love me here."

Telenovela.

The couple at the next table was officially breaking up. He leaned away from the table, tipped his chair on its back legs and balanced carefully. His eyes glanced over the girl that he no longer cared for that way, over her shoulder, past her body entirely and rested on the ass of the waitress behind her. "Are you even listening to me?" the soon to be ex-girlfriend asked him emphatically. "No," he said. "I don't really have to listen to you anymore." I love this coffee place.. its like watching TV.

And they come in...

Two of the regulars come in. JR and Fonzy.

Great. It's either bitching or hot air coming out from their mouths.

Like every other great idiot, I listen in.

Fonzy: Bakit ba tayo dito tatambay? Kung yosi at kape kape din lang, eh di sana sa Starbucks na lang tayo.

JR: Sawa na ako sa starbucks. Besides, I already have my planner.

Two more members of their group come in. LJ and Mr. Suave.

LJ: Well, I'm on my third planner na.

Mr. Suave: Bakit kasi mahilig kayo sa starbucks. Di niyo ba alam na ang Starbucks ay nagpapalago ng mga layunin ng mga kapitalistang Americano? Paano na lang ang mga Pilipinong magsasaka ng kape?

LJ: Naku Mr. Suave, ABS bitter herbs ka lang kasi di mo pa makuha kuha ang planner mo kasi di mo keri ang starbucks. Purita Magbanua ka kasi.

Mr. Suave: Eh sabihin ko kaya sa tatay mo na bakla ka, ha LJ?

Oi-vey.